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Dream Right Up To The End...

I was a small child of eight,and I was fascinated by engine drivers,I dreamed of being one when I grew up,driving the engine billowing black smoke,chugging along and pulling the bogeys.

Five years later I was a young lad of thirteen,this time I was in awe of airplanes flying high,I dreamed of being a fighter pilot and flying in the sky,high above in the clouds like a condor,blazing away with guns and blowing up the enemy planes.

Yet again, when I was seventeen I wanted to be an engineer,I passed the entrance exam and secured admission,alas, I discovered too late in the day,I did not want to work with blast furnaces making steel and iron,then I decided I would do something else.

I was twenty three and I was beginning to lose hope,that I would ever see any of my dreams come true,I thought I was a glib talker and decided to be a seller,I took to selling computers and telephones,but alas I discovered I could not sell whiskey to a drunk.

I was thirty and heard of computer programming,I learned Cobol, Pascal, Fortran and Basic,I worked for years telling the computer,the things I wanted it to do and the things I didn't,I did this for twenty five years and now I am fed up.

I am fifty two now but I still dare to dream,of becoming a famous poet and writer one day,I wrote this poem to tell the world,of all that I wanted to be and I still want to be,I hope I live my dream before I take my final bow.